Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. It remained crowded and would always be without any seats when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. But then I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk down into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and spent the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.